by Lucy M. Young

What do you do when love has gone And your life seems barren and cold, When the plans you made and the dreams you shared Your heart no longer may hold; When hope and joy have been cast aside And despair is your constant companion, When it seems there is nothing worth living for And you long for a quiet communion With someone who really can sympathize, Who can quietly understand And fill up the void where love once dwelt With the warmth of a friendly hand? Well, you hold up your head and you put on a smile And you walk with your shoulders thrown back; Just whistle a tune and before very long You'll be feeling the warmth you now lack. You'll find it, you know, if you really try - God never meant us to be sad. With a smile on your face and a song in your heart That is real, soon your heart will be glad.